Post by Bailey on Oct 28, 2005 12:09:23 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades in to a pitchblack setting in the middle of the Arizona desert. With no city lights within miles, the stars light up the sky like and infinite amount of fireflies. You can see nothing but darkness in front due to the new moon. A scratching sound is heard, and the only source of light now comes from a lone match being held by a still yet unknown individual. As the tiny fire burns brightly in the almost infinite blackness, the figure drops it. The match falls for a second, and then disappears. Suddenly the area is illuminated from the blazing inferno in a lone steel trashcan. The dancing flames send sparks upwards to join the billions of stars; they also show the face of the Valor World Heavyweight Champion. Now standing with hands in his pocket, Brandon Bailey stares directly at the camera. The heat from the fire hides the frost coming from his breath in the freezing desert air as he begins to speak...<3<3
Alone. No family. Few friends. No trust. That's my life right now. That's tha' life I chose ta' live once I stepped inta' this miserable business. When I staked my claim ta' tha' World Title, I cursed myself ta' solitude fa' as long as I'm on top. It's a burden I've accepted, and wear with pride. I don't regret anything I've done ta' get ta' this point; that includes almost hittin' Brittney with a car. Everything I do has a method, a plan, an ultimate goal. My plan fa' my sista' didn't go tha' way I had hoped. All I wanted ta' do was scare her enough ta' make her stay at home, find a good husband ta' take care of her, and keep her away from tha' hell I live in now. It didn't go tha' way I had planned. So now she's lost ta' me...foreva'? Who knows? Right now, I don't care. She's made her choice, and fa' that, she's nothin' but an obstacle. I've wasted enough tears on her, now my disgust will be how I deal with her. <<Pulls picture from his pocket and looks at it.>> Britt...this is goodbye. Ya' cut my heart out and left me ta' die. Ya' schemed against me; ya' did this with tha' direct intent of tryin' ta' hurt me, and fa' that, I can't, no, I won't fa'give. <<Brandon lights the corner of the picture on fire.>> Just like I burn this picture in my hands, I burn ya' outta' my life. Ashes ta' ashes, dust ta' dust.
<3<3-Brandon allows the picture to burn completely in his hands before tossing the last corner into the barrel. He then looks up at the stars and says...<3<3
So many of 'em. Each one more unique than tha' otha'. Each one representin' a different opportunity equal ta' tha' amount of times I've had ta' face Eric Hardcastle in my career. Each one marking the amount of times he's given up tha' big fly, and the times I've struck out swinging as well. Sunday, we do it again...our own little World Series. We've been at it so long now that I don't know what tha' series score is, but it doesn't really matta' anymore. I have a feelin' that this is gonna' continue until one of us is face down in a pool of our own blood. Theres a good chance that Sunday might be tha' final game, but there's tha' same chance that it might be tha' start of somethin' new. <<Looks at camera.>> Hardcastle's resurrected, and I could care less. He inflicted a wound in my family that can neva' be healed because he's tha' infection that grows worse by the second. Tha' only way I can heal is by cuttin' off tha' infected limb. I've done that, but tha' infection still remains. I plan ta' cure myself this Sunday by killin' tha' infection at the source. My hate for ya' Eric will be my antidote, my cure, my remedy from tha' constant taint ya' bring in my life.
<3<3-Brandon warms his hands over the contained inferno and continues...<3<3
Each one of tha' sparks that jump out of this trash can represents tha' memba's of Z's Army. Each one floats ta' tha' top, goes as high as it can, then fizzles out inta' nothin'ness. They come from tha' garbage with hopes of burnin' as bright as each of tha' stars in tha' sky. All have tha' hopes and dreams of lastin' foreva' in tha' eyes of tha' people, but they all disappear as quickly as they arrived. ZMasta', Saku, Creepa', Eric Hardcastle, and now Mike Stryka'; each have burned brightly...each have burned out tryin' ta' reach me. It's just how things are. I know how they feel 'cause I was there with them at one point in my life, but right now is my time. I'm tha' Northstar of Valor, and no spark, star, or flame burns as brightly as I do. I'm tha' one who Valor looks towards ta' lead tha' company home! Tha' same symbol used by tha' sailors of old, I'm that familiar landmark that neva' changes! So why does everybody think that they can just remove me from tha' sky?! Why does everybody think that they can reach their destination without me?! WHAT ABOUT ME?! WHAT ABOUT BAILEY?! My crew found me and aren't lost like tha' rest! I'll lead them ta' victory, and ta' tha' promised land. Just like tha' Northstar...I'll lead them home safe and sound while tha' straggla's stay lost at sea; drifting aimlessly until death.
<3<3-Brandon puts his hands back in his jacket pockets and spits in the fire, causing a few sparks to fly up and disappear...<3<3
Two days from Sunday. Two days from hell. Strange isn't it? Sunday has always been known as tha' Sabbath. Tha' day in tha' Book of Genesis that God took time ta' rest and appreciate His own work. Now it's tha' eve of Devil's Night. It's tha' day where all hell's gonna' break lose in a cage and be contained just like tha' flames in this steel can. This Sunday, instead of God taking a step back from creation, Satan will instead replace Him and marvel at his designed anarchy. Ten men will be locked in a steel cage like wild dogs and made to fight fa' our lives. One could try and argue about what type of dog each man is, but it's pointless. Any dog is dangerous when it's cornered, we'll see that on Sunday. Saint's got his mitts, Immune has swagga', Tibbs brings his brute strength, and I got tha' plan ta' bring it all ta'getha' inta' a molotov cocktail. Our fifth man will be tha' necessary spark ta' complete our victory at Halloween Horrors.
<3<3-Brandon spits again...<3<3
Tha' Sabbath is only two days away, but there's no rest fa' tha' weary.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon walks away from the burning trash can, and into the darkness.<3<3
Alone. No family. Few friends. No trust. That's my life right now. That's tha' life I chose ta' live once I stepped inta' this miserable business. When I staked my claim ta' tha' World Title, I cursed myself ta' solitude fa' as long as I'm on top. It's a burden I've accepted, and wear with pride. I don't regret anything I've done ta' get ta' this point; that includes almost hittin' Brittney with a car. Everything I do has a method, a plan, an ultimate goal. My plan fa' my sista' didn't go tha' way I had hoped. All I wanted ta' do was scare her enough ta' make her stay at home, find a good husband ta' take care of her, and keep her away from tha' hell I live in now. It didn't go tha' way I had planned. So now she's lost ta' me...foreva'? Who knows? Right now, I don't care. She's made her choice, and fa' that, she's nothin' but an obstacle. I've wasted enough tears on her, now my disgust will be how I deal with her. <<Pulls picture from his pocket and looks at it.>> Britt...this is goodbye. Ya' cut my heart out and left me ta' die. Ya' schemed against me; ya' did this with tha' direct intent of tryin' ta' hurt me, and fa' that, I can't, no, I won't fa'give. <<Brandon lights the corner of the picture on fire.>> Just like I burn this picture in my hands, I burn ya' outta' my life. Ashes ta' ashes, dust ta' dust.
<3<3-Brandon allows the picture to burn completely in his hands before tossing the last corner into the barrel. He then looks up at the stars and says...<3<3
So many of 'em. Each one more unique than tha' otha'. Each one representin' a different opportunity equal ta' tha' amount of times I've had ta' face Eric Hardcastle in my career. Each one marking the amount of times he's given up tha' big fly, and the times I've struck out swinging as well. Sunday, we do it again...our own little World Series. We've been at it so long now that I don't know what tha' series score is, but it doesn't really matta' anymore. I have a feelin' that this is gonna' continue until one of us is face down in a pool of our own blood. Theres a good chance that Sunday might be tha' final game, but there's tha' same chance that it might be tha' start of somethin' new. <<Looks at camera.>> Hardcastle's resurrected, and I could care less. He inflicted a wound in my family that can neva' be healed because he's tha' infection that grows worse by the second. Tha' only way I can heal is by cuttin' off tha' infected limb. I've done that, but tha' infection still remains. I plan ta' cure myself this Sunday by killin' tha' infection at the source. My hate for ya' Eric will be my antidote, my cure, my remedy from tha' constant taint ya' bring in my life.
<3<3-Brandon warms his hands over the contained inferno and continues...<3<3
Each one of tha' sparks that jump out of this trash can represents tha' memba's of Z's Army. Each one floats ta' tha' top, goes as high as it can, then fizzles out inta' nothin'ness. They come from tha' garbage with hopes of burnin' as bright as each of tha' stars in tha' sky. All have tha' hopes and dreams of lastin' foreva' in tha' eyes of tha' people, but they all disappear as quickly as they arrived. ZMasta', Saku, Creepa', Eric Hardcastle, and now Mike Stryka'; each have burned brightly...each have burned out tryin' ta' reach me. It's just how things are. I know how they feel 'cause I was there with them at one point in my life, but right now is my time. I'm tha' Northstar of Valor, and no spark, star, or flame burns as brightly as I do. I'm tha' one who Valor looks towards ta' lead tha' company home! Tha' same symbol used by tha' sailors of old, I'm that familiar landmark that neva' changes! So why does everybody think that they can just remove me from tha' sky?! Why does everybody think that they can reach their destination without me?! WHAT ABOUT ME?! WHAT ABOUT BAILEY?! My crew found me and aren't lost like tha' rest! I'll lead them ta' victory, and ta' tha' promised land. Just like tha' Northstar...I'll lead them home safe and sound while tha' straggla's stay lost at sea; drifting aimlessly until death.
<3<3-Brandon puts his hands back in his jacket pockets and spits in the fire, causing a few sparks to fly up and disappear...<3<3
Two days from Sunday. Two days from hell. Strange isn't it? Sunday has always been known as tha' Sabbath. Tha' day in tha' Book of Genesis that God took time ta' rest and appreciate His own work. Now it's tha' eve of Devil's Night. It's tha' day where all hell's gonna' break lose in a cage and be contained just like tha' flames in this steel can. This Sunday, instead of God taking a step back from creation, Satan will instead replace Him and marvel at his designed anarchy. Ten men will be locked in a steel cage like wild dogs and made to fight fa' our lives. One could try and argue about what type of dog each man is, but it's pointless. Any dog is dangerous when it's cornered, we'll see that on Sunday. Saint's got his mitts, Immune has swagga', Tibbs brings his brute strength, and I got tha' plan ta' bring it all ta'getha' inta' a molotov cocktail. Our fifth man will be tha' necessary spark ta' complete our victory at Halloween Horrors.
<3<3-Brandon spits again...<3<3
Tha' Sabbath is only two days away, but there's no rest fa' tha' weary.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon walks away from the burning trash can, and into the darkness.<3<3
